Cursive - Devourer
'Devourer' is a knotty, visceral listen.
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I wake alone, in a woman's room I hardly know. I wake alone and pretend that I am finally home. The room is littered with her books and notebooks. I imagine what they say, like, 'shoo fly, don't bother me." And I can hardly get myself out of her bed, For fear of never lying in this bed again. Oh christ, I'm not that desperate am I?
Oh no - oh god I am. How'd I end up here to begin with? I don't know. why do I start what I can't finish? Oh, please don't barrage me with he questions to all those ugly answers. My ego's like my stomach It keeps shitting what I feed it. But maybe I don't want to finish anything anymore Maybe I can wait in bed until she comes home and
Whispers, "you're in my web now - I've come to wrap you up tight 'til it's time to bite down." I wake alone in a woman's room I hardly know. I wake alone and pretend that I am finally home. Home
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"The Recluse" is a song by Cursive from the album The Ugly Organ, released in 2003. The song was written by Tim Kasher. It was produced by Mike Mogis, Tim Kasher.
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